Hidden Treasure

I took a beach trip a few years ago, the trip didn't go as planned and we ended up having to come home earlier than expected.  
However, there were great moments within the disasterous vacation.
 
One morning, we decided to get up early and watch the sunrise, as we made our way down to the sand, I noticed an older man metal detecting. Now, I LOVE metal detecting and trompsing around old houses and searching creek beds for lost and forgotten treasures.  
So I decided to be nosey and ask the fella if he was having any luck.  
I introduced myself and instantly bombarded him with curiosity, he smiled warmly and answered each question with patience.
He told me he had been coming to the beach for five years now and has never found anything other than bottle caps, but he loved the hobby and hopes that one day he will find something good.  
I wished him good luck and that I hoped he would too. I thanked him for telling me all about his treasure hunting expeditions and slowly made my way back to my family, who was now by this time snapping pictures of the beautiful sun rise taking place.
 
I myself couldn't get my mind off of the aged man who just wanted to find something good. All of the sudden a thought crossed my mind, well....you do have a necklace and earrings on?
Hmm, as I planned out how to get in front of him and drop my cross pendant without him noticing, I was overcome with excitement at the crazy idea.
When the old man turned to adjust his buttons for his depth on his detector, I slowly walked in front of him, as if I were looking for shells, and dropped the cross on the sand directly in the path of his searching, then I dug down with my toes, and scooted the cross into a shallow hole i had made, and covered it up using my feet, as to not be seen in the process lol.
Then I made my way in the opposite direction he was going, sat down on the shore, and watched with anticipation as he mad his way towards the treasure.
 
As his detector glided back and forth, he comes to where I buried the pendant, his machine started to beep frantically as his swings go from wide to small, until he comes to a stop over the x.  
I was grinning like a possum, (as my grandpa would always say) and he took out his little sifter and starts to dig, eventually bending down and grasping the cross in his sandy fingers. To say I was elated would be a massive understatement.
However, probably not as much as he was, because as soon as he found his treasure, his hunt was over. He fumbled the cross around for a bit, inspecting it, then packed up all his gear and made his way off of the beach towards his condo.  
Still, to this day, when I think about the smile on that man's face, it brings such joy to my heart. But sometimes I wonder, was it wrong to do that? Lol